No amara el cielo el generoso vino
el «astro-vino» en la serena noche
no diera al hombre el celestial derroche
de su fulgor lejano purpurino.
Ni roja fiesta en tibia primavera
llenara de alegría las campiñas
si el jugo embriagador no nos lo diera
el alma tierra con sus dulces viñas.
Si cielo y tierra el vino te ofreciera
¿Por qué temer tan santa borrachera?
Hubo famosos sabios borrachines;
con tres copas no más el cielo se abre
y es tuyo el universo y sus confines.
Es un rapto fugaz a lo ignorado
que al abstemio infeliz nunca le es dado.
Con la copa de vino en la mano, interrogo a la luna.
En el cielo está la blanca luna ¿Cuando ha venido?
Dejando mi copa voy a ir inmediatamente a preguntárselo.
Si los hombres pretenden apresar la luna, no lo consiguen
Más ella en su carrera sigue a los hombres.
Luna resplandeciente como un espejo volador, colocado ante la ventana carmesí.
Los humos azules se apagan y desaparecen mientras su puro brillo refulge.
Los hombres de hoy no ven ya a la luna de los tiempos pasados,
Mas la luna de hoy ya ilumino, a los hombres de los tiempos pretéritos,
Hombres de antes, hombres de ahora, semejantes a una corriente que pasa
Todos contemplan la brillante luna, todos igual antes que ahora
Lo que deseo es que en el momento que se canta y se bebe
El claro de luna se refleje siempre en el fondo de la copa de oro.
"Look at the flower that blooms in this garden of life. Because this is what you are. This is who you are. And if you desire peace in your life, it is not an accident."
"If you require fulfillment in your life, it is not an accident.
What a fragile thing human life is, just like sakura. Life itself has a value, and it must be protected. "
"It is a narrow passagechoose wisely know in your life what you absolutely cannot sacrifice."You want to know the truth? The truth resides inside of you. Where else would it be?"
"You are here. It's on! It's happening. The beautiful music you hear -- the orchestra is not just warming up."
"In my downs, I want to remember the up. And in my ups, I want to remember the up, up!"
"Everything that is necessary for you to truly enjoy yourself is here. Make the connection.""Whatever you decide to do, be at peace. Experience dignity in your life. Experience peace in your life."
“Other people say, ‘I am responsible for unfolding every bit. I am the one who writes everything.’ How about a happy medium? The fact that each part of the story is going to unfold is destiny, but there’s nothing written on the pages. The paper feeder is automatic. You write the story. What would you like to write?
“What should your story be like? Should it be about suffering, pain, anger, and a list of all the things you don’t have? Or should it be a really interesting story? The adventure.
“If you choose to change the story, I’m here to help and I can help. I’ve helped a lot of people. But the most important thing is that there is a lot of hope. If you really understand that you can change the story, there’s a tremendous amount of hope—hope that this life can be fulfilled every single day. And that is a mighty nice hope to have.
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La réalité n'est pas figée ni forcément grise. Le monde est notre création. La Terre est notre oeuvre d'art. Le créalisme est une politique du Réel en tant que co-création en devenir, où le sujet cohérent-actif occupe une place co-centrale avec l'harmonium cosmique, où l'imagination, la passion, la volonté, l'art, le désir, l'amour redéfinissent sans cesse, au présent et en acte, les conditions de possibilité d'une vie désaliénée, d'une existence libre.
CREALIST MANIFESTO
Eight points towards an Infinite on your feet
(translated by Mary C., original text written in French by Luis de Miranda)
1. At the heart of reality a continuous, material and spiritual creation is acting. The world is/has to be my creation is the differential ethics of singular subjects. Truth, which inter-relational event keeps springing up here and there, along the path of History. Truth we often forget because of the disheartening humiliations of the world as it is and of the human beings as they are. Crealism is no anthropocentrism, which would artificially separate a nature-object from a human-master and owner. There are some active complicities and affinities in the chaosmos and the one who elevates himself to the dignity of listening to it and working at it.
2. Capitalism alters the world and drives human beings to alter wilfully their bodies and souls in accordance to anxiety inducing standards. What is to be aimed at (so many people proclaimed it better before me) is a differential and acting otherness, a loving, political, erotic, aesthetic, cosmic, professional ethics made of adventurous asceticism and of a heroic attempt not to bargain one’s ecstasies. The stanza against the hypnagogic nihilism implies this apparently megalomaniac requirement of processing deconditioning, a poetic poïesis and policy trying to give back its good name to the desiring imagination, to the wilful and generous ideation, to the effort of invention and of supporting new structures in terms of existence.
3. Of course, on the in-dividual scale, results are not often spectacular. Crealism is a self and at times ascetic discipline in a world where lasting complicities are rare (the competitive urge has colonised each and every circle, including those where tradition would least expect it), where the cold impediments are frequent (stupidity and indifference) and where the founts of melancholy are omnipresent. But crealism is also a sensible and mental ecstasy, a source and a manifestation of joy.
4. Crealism establishes the primacy of creation at the heart of the being and far from destining itself to the artistic subjects only, it concerns the dynamical extension of living territories, a collective praxis of singularity, which can be tried. In that sense, Creality is an unpredictable blooming, a quicksilver-like fabric of interrelations meant to be non deterministic, whereas Reality is its compost, its framed automation.
5. For the ones who believe in « God », crealism assumes « He » is not fixed once and for all. His identity keeps evolving together with his co-creation by his creatures. The universe is a musical score in constant re-composition, among the course of which, improvisation is always possible. We are all more or less divine depending on the moments of our life, at times eager sleepers, at times Creality actors and sense-givers. The access to the lucid dialogue with the loving and magnetic forces of the world is easier when the subject follows some kind of non mimetic asceticism and masters his consumption and regression drives at the price of a constant renouncement to the Pavlovian (dis)pleasures. Not that easy a thing because the totalitarianism of muck and consumption is constantly enrolling us, exciting our neurons with apparently contradictory messages driving them tired (fake freedom of choice between hygienic and yukky). Every day, the capitalist system spend huge amounts of money on lobotomising us, but fortunately, should a person be retarded, there would always be something mental about that person.
6. Against the castrations of the scornful and sinister wing-breakers, against the deceiving advertising demands intruding on our privacy, crealists have always been giving up somehow on standard comfort (some kind of luxury is however essential to them). They have been filtering the being, voicing out loud chaos and refining it. Let’s follow their example, or let’s bear again and again the schizo-neurotic consequences of a world we made stagnant because of our abandoning it, because of our collaboration to the marketing misery, because of the dull and faking emulation, because of our submission to money we mix up, as Marx said, with others. Acting or enduring the daily shame that soldiers (both men and women) of the class society are trying to impose on us. Becoming wizards and diviners of forms, intensities and coincidences, rather than accepting the humdrum codes of an era glutted with dead ends.
7. A situation of bubbling infatuation, synchronicities, a longing for justice beyond pay claims, a beautiful joust between noble adversaries exempt from hypocrisies. Everything but the pusillanimity of wasted impulses, the moronic stimuli and the craving and maudlin and sniggering and fatalistic stupidity. Is History sad ? Deleuze said: “History refers only to the amount of conditions, as recent as they might be, from which we drive ourselves away to “become”, that is to say to create something new”.
8. Crealism is a policy of Reality as co-creation in process, in which the coherent and active subject holds a co-central place together with the cosmic harmonium, in which imagination, passion, will, art, desire, love are unceasingly redefining, now and in deeds, the conditions of a possible life free from alienation, of a free existence. (read less)
La réalité n'est pas figée ni forcément grise. Le monde est notre création. La Terre est notre oeuvre d'art. Le créalisme est une politique du Réel en tant que co-création en devenir, où le sujet cohérent-actif occupe une place co-centrale avec l'harmonium cosmique, où l'imagination, la passion, la volonté, l'art, le désir, l'amour redéfinissent sans cesse, au présent et en acte, les conditions de possibilité d'une vie désaliénée, d'une existence libre.
“Deja que el león que hay en ti se arme de valor también. Deja que el cisne que hay en ti extienda sus alas y se eche a volar.” Maharaji
La dicha impregna el aire como un dulce perfume. Una dicha intemporal, sin mañana, sin hoy, sin ayer. Al tiempo no se le permite entrar, tiene la entrada prohibida; así es el mundo que fue creado para ti: abunda en dulzura, no está repleto de gente, una butaca y sólo una por corazón, un amplio teatro con un magnífico escenario. Y sobre este escenario, para recibirte, para saludarte, para darte la bienvenida, ese poder esperándote. Ése es tu templo y en él hay sólo un asiento para ti y para nadie más.
La música más dulce, la más magnífica, sonando para ti. Una visión tan perfecta esperando a revelarse ante ti. Éste es el reino de los cielos que reside en tu interior.
Si a una persona se le diera a elegir entre la crueldad y la dureza del mundo que nosotros hemos creado, y el amor y la ternura del mundo que fue creado para nosotros, ¿no sería obvio, acaso, lo que querría? Este mundo está provisto de todos los ingredientes necesarios: el aliento vibra, el corazón late, la sed existe, la plenitud danza en el borde de la copa. Allí está la salvación para darte la bienvenida todos los días: vamos, toma asiento, ve a tu mundo interior.
¿Qué significa esto para la mayoría de nosotros? “Sí, bueno, qué bonito.” Claro que lo es, ¡por supuesto! ¿Y tu determinación?, ¿es la de alcanzar el cien por cien? Tiene que serlo. Este mundo es cruel, ¿sabes? ¿Recuerdas la historia de Van Gogh? La gente cuando miraba sus cuadros se preguntaba quién los compraría. El pobre hombre no obtenía por ellos ni lo suficiente para comer. ¿Pero, en la actualidad…? Veinticinco millones de dólares por una de sus pinturas.
Ya te lo han advertido, no sólo una persona, sino muchas. Y ésa es la naturaleza de este mundo. ¿Cuántos podrían siquiera decir que todo esto es una ilusión? No todos se atreven. ¿Cómo podrían? Son parte de ella. Aunque no son muchos, algunos sí se atreven. El león que llevan dentro se arma de valor y se ponen a rugir. Y su rugido atronador silencia todos los otros chillidos que se escuchan. Deja que el león que existe en ti se arme de valor también. Deja que el cisne que hay en ti extienda sus alas y se eche a volar. Alcanza tú también la plenitud en esta vida. No lo dejes para mañana.
